The New Look

You may have noticed that I changed some things on my blog. One participant of my blog survey remarked that color scheme was the least appealing part of my blog; I set out to change that. Since I have not had much luck with HTML coding, I made a few changes to improve the overall appearance, but still maintain the overall esthetic of my blog.

An Overview of Changes:

• The title was changed from the generic serif to a playful script that better suits the nature of this blog and is slightly more saturated in color than it used to be.
• The blog tagline is now light blue.
• The body text was darkened for easier readability. 
• Titles are in red. 
• Sidebar text is in fuchsia.  

Fine, Take It.

This post is intended to give you insight into my personality and who I am. Everything I say is up for discussion and debate.

Someone in my French class took the seat that I had been assigned. She told me to move because I was in her seat, to which I responded "Check the chart." Again, this girl insisted that the seat was hers. With absolute certainty, she had taken my assigned seat. I arrived to the class before her; after I settled, I, after a minor escalation in temper, let her have it. Fine. Take it. I don't like you anyway. I thought. The day resumed as normal.

I don't know why she took my seat. Other than this one incident, I know nothing of her character. Perhaps she misread the seating chart or was misplaced from several other seats and frustrated about that. Maybe she thinks nothing of displacing a fellow student, but the incident shook me to my core. Everywhere I go, I find a place only to be usurped. All of my friends have other friends and favor them over me. While I am content to be alone, I do not like to be rejected or ignored. I have the right to refuse social contact and I have the right to accept it.

Whether or not this girl intended to send me a message by taking my seat I do not know. I go about my life with a "writer personality." Every life event has some sort of symbolism or foreshadowing that is applicable to the future. This moment in French class reminded me of years of exclusion, misplacement, and being the friend that someone makes, but sets to the side after a while. I may think too much about life's minutia, but I cannot simply "get over" something the way others do.

In true supine-melancholic fashion, I internalize everything that anyone says to or about me and take it to heart rather than retort. Then, I reflect on the meaning of the event and what it means for the future rather than what I could have done. I plan to be civil to her in the future. An isolated incident is only that and, since I know nothing else of her character, will let history (and God) judge her rather than me.

My Small Flute Solo

Warning: Bragging ahead

I finally got a solo! It is not technically written in the song or a moving line, but it is still a solo. During my solo, I hold concert C6 for 16 1/2 counts while other players join in to create a bell tone-like effect. The crunch chord was too dissonant, so people had to be cut for it to sound good. I have been selected out of several talented flutists to play the first note. One other person, on second flute, plays the B natural after I play my C.

To be honest, I was surprised I got to play in the chord. I had been rejected for the moving line solo due to my age (and sounding horrible because I had a bad flute day at the time of auditioning). I was selected for being able to play soft and in tune. I use a trick called shading to prevent myself from going sharp.

I achieved this solo through skill, hard work, and a stroke of luck. It is no extraordinary feat or instance of defying the odds. I have not only achieved within the confines of my limitations, but I have earned a place among my more experienced and talented peers.

(A/N: Yes, I know this post is kind of short and pointless, but I had to write something.)